the world has its expectations
but I'm not one of them
the scars say it all
the bags on my eyes
the callouses on my hands
they say it all
they have there story
and there story is mine
Ive seen things
and Ive heard things
that maybe i shouldn't have
i remember the man
who violated me
who used me for his pleasure
his wrinkles
his suit
his glasses
his bolo
i remember
the orphanage
and its cold dark walls
and how it made you feel alone
i remember
being beaten
because i didn't want to get a shot
i remember
going crazy
i remember
drinking
to try to forget my past
to try to feel normal again
to try to fit in
to try to be myself
like i use to be
i remember
the cutting
because i was confused
because i was angry
because i felt i was wrong
because i felt it was my fault
i remember
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